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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Saturday, March 08, 2003

Words to live by

I still love my dictionary. Today's word is somniloquy: 1. the act or habit of talking while asleep. The words so spoken. Yes. I am a somniloquist. And usually my somniloquy is unintelligible. Usually. Then again, sometimes I answer questions that I shouldn't.
I was productive today. I went and filled out an application at Ben's Flower Shop. They need a clerk. They said they will call me for an interview. I also drove my mom and dad to West Virginia to get Powerball tickets. So I drove for an hour. 39 more hours to go. Then I came home and made dinner. Nothing fancy. I just made some Herb and Garlic Pasta, steamed some broccoli, and had some left over KFC. I loves me some chicken, and cold chicken is even better.


posted by Beth 6:24 PM
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Friday, March 07, 2003

Under pressure

Guess what folks...I didn't have to have the steroid injection afterall. Yay! No needles in the eye for me. Woohoo! Seems that the steroid eye drops I've been taking to prepare me for the the steroid shot have raised the pressure in my eye. 20 is normal, I am now at 33. That explains why the right side of my head has been thumping lately. I've been steadily simmering, heading towards a rapid boil. Doc says it was a good thing they gave me drops instead of just giving me the shot 2 weeks ago. I'd be in a whole world of hurt if they had. Now I'm working on weaning myself off of the drops. Twice a day for 2 days then once a day for 2 days. My eyes were numbed 3 times today, that's a weird feeling. Eric could have came afterall. He hasn't called yet tho and it's almost 8. Maybe he can come up tomorrow or next week. Damn it.


posted by Beth 7:25 PM
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Monday, March 03, 2003

Not much to report

I haven't been doing much. Saw Holly and Sean yesterday. That was fun. Next week I'll be 25. Nothing exciting. Some people get all angsty about getting older. I don't care much. Getting older just means I'm closer to death which isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's all in how you look at it. I'm tired tho. I think the eye drops are joining forces with the cold my mother passed on to me. I downloaded a trial of TetriStation. I was up until 3am playing the many different versions of Tetris. I think I went to sleep around 4:30. I woke up at 7am. Sleep is over-rated. I could have done some yoga, but I didn't. I opted for Buffy re-runs and watched Bringing Up Baby. I think I'll go work on Aud's blanket some. I'm hoping to finish it before my left eye decided tht my right eye is getting too much attention and springs another leak to retaliate.
Here's a song I like. I sing it in my head a lot. No need to psychoanalyze it. I just like the song and I suggest you all go find it and give it a listen.

Bring On The Rain (Jo Dee Messina with Tim McGraw)

Another day has almost come and gone
Can’t imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I’d like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (‘cause)

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

It’s almost like the hard times circle ‘round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I’m not dead

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

I’m not gonna let it get me down
I’m not gonna cry
And I’m not gonna lose any sleep tonight
So bring on the rain


posted by Beth 9:49 AM
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